10:55pm July, 4 2016
This time last year
Foo Fighters were finishing their set
and we were looking into each other's faces
I can't speak for you
but for me nothing else mattered
but that moment
The red, white , and blue lights flashing on our faces, on the stadium
as we sang out hearts out and stood in awe
This time last year marks the 3 remaining hours
we'd ever have left together
the last time i'd see the way your smile curls at the ends
and your wisps of hair
the last time you'd look down and see a mess of blue hair and blue eye
it was our last night together.
after the car ride of constant hand holding and heads gently touching
while we fell asleep
you'd lock yourself up again and forget to give me the key
if i'd have known it was our last time together
i would've kissed you gently in the back of the car
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
